Chapter 659

"The Profound Heaven Sect's sword is indeed sharp!"

Xu Yang's eyes exploded with brilliant light. This move, Eternal Night Descends, was like Mount Tai pressing down, fierce and peerless, without a hint of the sword technique's grace and agility.

"Bang!"

The mud beneath his feet exploded, and he pulled his legs from the ground. Just as he was about to slash at Liu Qingyuan, he saw the sword lights filling the sky like raindrops, enveloping him completely.

Each sword light contained the power to pierce metal and crack stone, condensing astonishing sword intent, tearing through the air and emitting bursts of shrieks.

Xu Yang's fighting spirit surged, the blood prison behind him rumbling and roaring, blood waves surging to the heavens.

"Boom!"

He gripped his blade with both hands and slashed out, the golden blade light instantly surging by a zhang, the sharp blade intent nearly tearing the firmament.

Many sword lights were shattered by his blade intent before they could even fall, and a gap was torn directly through the sky-filling sword lights.

The golden blade light slashed down, striking toward Liu Qingyuan with the momentum of opening heaven and earth.

Liu Qingyuan was both shocked and furious, never expecting that the Eternal Night Descends he had risked his life to unleash still couldn't do anything to Xu Yang. The depth of the opponent's blade technique realm was even higher than his own.

He had no choice but to spread his sword light to block the blade light slashing toward his head.

"Rumble…"

The deafening collision sound echoed through the mountains and fields, the dissipated power of heaven and earth and the force surging like a tide in all directions, peeling off layers of topsoil wherever it passed, the visible shockwave tearing everything apart.

"Puchi!"

Liu Qingyuan's entire body trembled, blood spraying from two wounds simultaneously, dyeing his robes red, the sharp blade intent taking the opportunity to burrow into his body.

"Damn it!" Liu Qingyuan let out a roar of frustration.

Spraying blood several times had already made his face somewhat pale, his aura declining repeatedly. Xu Yang's ferocity far exceeded his imagination.

Xu Yang was actually braving his sword rain to slash at him, not giving him a moment to catch his breath.

"Kill!" Xu Yang shouted, his killing intent scorching hot.

His body-protecting Gang Qi was torn open by the sword light, his clothes cut into dense holes, revealing skin that looked like it had been cast from gold. The Eternal Night Descends unleashed by Liu Qingyuan ultimately failed to break his defense.

The martial arts imagery behind him shook the heavens and earth, frantically absorbing the power of heaven and earth. Xu Yang's figure was as agile as a dragon, ignoring the surging Qi and blood, taking a large step forward and slashing out another blade.

"Clang, clang…"

The sound of blade and sword colliding was endless. In the blink of an eye, the two had collided more than a dozen times.

Successive life-and-death struggles, each time forcibly attacking regardless of boiling Qi and blood, and constantly operating the Eight Evils Dragon-Subduing Force, even with Xu Yang's strong physical shell, he felt a soreness all over his body, his muscles and bones wailing, the light on the Azure Water Blade in his hand becoming increasingly dim, as if it were about to turn into scrap iron.

He could feel that the spirituality of this spiritual weapon had been shaken away significantly during the multiple collisions and clashes, its ability to draw upon the power of heaven and earth greatly discounted. He felt that at most, after another dozen or twenty collisions, the Azure Water Blade would be destroyed.

"But it's almost over!"

He looked at Liu Qingyuan opposite him with murderous intent.

At this moment, Liu Qingyuan's face was as white as paper. With every collision, Liu Qingyuan's wounds would spray blood, the wounds being torn larger and larger by the blade intent, his body already tottering.

His aura had originally far exceeded Xu Yang's, but at this moment, it had fallen to the same level as Xu Yang's, or even slightly weaker.

"Xu Yang, you can't do anything to me, and I can't do anything to you. Why don't we stop here? Our grievances will be wiped clean from now on. How about we live our own lives and not interfere with each other?" Liu Qingyuan said.

In fact, his situation was far worse than what Xu Yang saw, and it wasn't just a matter of bleeding.

Having unleashed his martial arts imagery for a long time, his mind and spirit were mostly exhausted, his head already aching like needles, as if it were about to split, and he no longer had much energy left.

Constantly operating the Eight Evils Dragon-Subduing Force to amplify his combat power, the burden on his physical body was also terrifying. If it lasted any longer, his physical body might directly disintegrate.

"Someone like you who steps on the low and fawns on the high, holding grudges for every little thing—I didn't save your nephew and you wanted to kill me. If you don't die, my heart won't be at peace." Xu Yang's gaze was scorching.

What "can't do anything to Liu Qingyuan"? If he really couldn't do anything to Liu Qingyuan, Liu Qingyuan wouldn't have asked for peace.

In an instant, he understood that Liu Qingyuan was reaching the end of his rope.

Operating the Eight Evils Dragon-Subduing Force for a long time to fight, even his physical body couldn't quite withstand it; Liu Qingyuan's situation would only be worse than his.

"I can ask the Sect Master and the Fire Peak Master to guarantee that I won't cause you trouble in the future. We are both from the Profound Heaven Sect; if we destroy each other, it will only be a loss for the sect. I haven't truly harmed you, there's no need for us to destroy each other."

Liu Qingyuan said hurriedly, his body again shaken by a spray of blood from Xu Yang's blade.

He wanted to escape.

But he understood that once he turned around and left his back to Xu Yang, what awaited him would be the lethal blade of death from the Major Success Blood Prison Heart Blade Scripture.

"Destroy each other? You think too highly of yourself!"

Xu Yang's voice was icy, killing intent surging in his eyes. The blood prison behind him surged, the sea of blood rolling, and a trace of blood-red light began to appear within the golden blade light.

"Boom!"

Invisible blade intent burst forth from his body, a blood-red blade shooting into the sky, the sharp blade intent seemingly wanting to slash open the firmament, causing even the martial arts imagery behind Liu Qingyuan to distort somewhat.

"Break the Blood Prison!" Liu Qingyuan's expression changed drastically.

As an Elder of the Profound Heaven Sect, he had contemplated the Blood Prison Heart Blade Scripture and naturally understood it.

The Blood Prison Heart Blade Scripture was a supreme cultivation method for training the mind and spirit and condensing blade intent; it could be said that it had no moves at all.

But strictly speaking, there was actually a lethal move called "Break the Blood Prison."

This Break the Blood Prison was used when the Blood Prison Heart Blade Scripture reached perfection to slash through the blood prison. He didn't know exactly how lethal it was, but it was definitely very strong.

The golden blade light was mixed with blood-red light, the blade intent filled with the aura of death like the opening of heaven.

The blood prison rumbled and roared, blood waves surging to the heavens, frantically surging behind Xu Yang.

Liu Qingyuan only felt a terrifying pressure spreading like a tide. In an instant, he felt as if he had fallen into a quagmire and was unable to move, his martial arts imagery tottering.

A blood prison seemed to turn from virtual to real, trapping him within it.

"Ah!" Liu Qingyuan roared, knowing this was Xu Yang's true lethal move; he had reached a life-and-death juncture.

While frantically shaking his martial arts imagery to resist the blood prison, his entire body's Gang Qi exploded, wanting to break free from the terrifying pressure.

"Rumble…"

The two martial arts imageries clashed, the surging power of heaven and earth shattering all things, the earth tearing and exploding, smoke and dust rolling.

Xu Yang's killing intent surged, his muscles and bones roaring, all his power poured into the Azure Water Blade.

"Shoo!"

A flash of light interwoven with gold and blood, the blade light erupted, turning into a piercing shriek.

This blade was fast to the extreme, filled only with death and slaughter, filled with sharp blade intent that could cut through anything, like a star exploding.

Before the blade arrived, the martial arts imagery behind Liu Qingyuan had already been cut by the blade intent, his body-protecting Gang Qi cracking.

This blade could kill him!

"Ah!"

Under the crisis of death, Liu Qingyuan was terrified, letting out a roar and frantically unleashing the Sun-Eroding Sword Technique.

But he was suppressed by the blood prison imagery, his mind unstable, his Gang Qi stagnant, and the power of his sword technique had already been greatly discounted.

The blade light interwoven with gold and blood was as fast as lightning, grazing past his spiritual weapon and slashing through.

Liu Qingyuan's soul was terrified, and he could only watch helplessly as the sharp blade light slashed onto his body-protecting Gang Qi, cutting into it like cutting tofu.

"Puchi!"

The sharp blade light tore through the body-protecting Gang Qi, slashing into his flesh and blood like a hot knife through butter. The peerlessly sharp blade intent spat out. Liu Qingyuan's physical body, tempered for many years and capable of resisting the slashing of a half-spiritual weapon, was cut open without the slightest resistance.

Blood splattered, hot blood gushing. Liu Qingyuan let out a miserable wail, looking with terror and pain as the blade light cut through his flesh and blood, then severed his spine, cutting him in half alive.

"Ah…"

The miserable scream echoed through the mountains and fields. Liu Qingyuan was full of terror, feeling the world spinning, his upper body rapidly separating from his lower body, falling to the ground and splashing up smoke and dust.

"I am not reconciled…" He showed an expression of disbelief, watching his legs, which no longer had an upper body, also fall to the ground.

He had never thought he would die at the hands of Xu Yang, at the hands of a disciple who had entered the sect for less than four years, and even less did he think that the person he had casually stepped on to curry favor with Li Chuyang would be the one to kill him.

"Hoo!"

Xu Yang exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling his body hot and feverish. In an instant, sweat broke out all over his body, and soreness invaded his mind.

The process of killing Liu Qingyuan was far more difficult than he had imagined, but he had ultimately solved this great enemy.

Blood dyed the ground red. Liu Qingyuan fell to the ground in two sections; the strong vitality of a Heavenly Origin martial artist meant he did not die immediately.

"Do you have any last words?"

Xu Yang walked over, the blood prison behind him slowly dissipating.

Last words?

Liu Qingyuan opened his mouth, about to speak, when Xu Yang's large foot slapped down.

This beast, playing with a dead man!

Liu Qingyuan's eyes widened, and he could only watch helplessly as the large foot stepped on his forehead.

"Crack!"

A crisp bone-cracking sound rang out, Liu Qingyuan's head exploding like a watermelon, red and white mixed together as it splattered.

Xu Yang leaned down to search; there were some silver banknotes on Liu Qingyuan, but they had already been shredded by his blade intent. He picked up Liu Qingyuan's spiritual weapon and inserted it back into the scabbard, glanced at the battlefield to ensure no clues about his identity had been left behind, put the human-skin mask back on, and his figure shot into the sky.